I would wear blue fishing waders and not much else.
I would not put out first but then I don't think he would either so it might get awkward.
We could go time the beach at sunset and I would sit listening to him make up random yet eloquent stories about whatever popped into his head.
In return for the stories I would pay for dinner.
We would shake hands and never talk of our night again.
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